Deeply encased in the velvety night of sapphire blue was the bulging yellow moon, whose light cast onto the dark ruins. Just below its cobbled path, stood a figure cloaked in black that seemed to wait for an invitation.
However, there was nothing there to greet his eyes but the whispering leaves of deep coated green and eerie wearing tides that kissed the rocks edge with its roaring cries.
And so, hesitantly, he abided to his feet's stride as he made his way inside.
If it could even be called that, as the fallen walls were merely keeping the structure to its visual prime. The simple decay of time gone by. This architectural feat that had crumbled beneath its once towering crown of marbled stone, that sheltered this ancient home.
Though that was nothing to his concern, for only one thing interested he; It had rested so plainly, hosted in the sea of waste. That is what brought him to this place.
Proceeding inside the open shelter of rubble, his body guided himself deep into the heart of the inner chambers. Tensely bracing as his eyes met the object of his anticipating desires.
The glistening of rubied jewels pooled and droplets of pearls cascaded in loops and strung along like vines. Sacred treasures that only a thief would love to find but these mortal materials bid no interest to his eternal hindrance.
No, it's what was dressed in these gems that appealed to him. A sculpture of agate cloaked in ages of moss that entranced his blissful thoughts. As his starkly eyes stared with sorrowful loss.
The statue itself stood tall with pride, in the bright light of the open twilight's sight. Reaching out her cupped hand as though to take the offerings before her but he knew better than that. An expression painted so clearly.
A look of hollowed demise, despite her wealth of prize. A gaze frozen in time. Though not such as he. For she was merely now a tome of treasures, resting in eternal sleep as he wished for his love to be.